as a former special forces soldier. His reckless driving scared me so much that I couldn't even open my eyes. My brother acted as my seatbelt, securing me to the backseat.When the speed exceeded one h...Professor Xie's nickname is Xie Diding, because after he became an associate professor, he started to shave his head, and students gave him this nickname.

He was only forty years old, so naturally he wasn't happy being called "teacher" by his students. His unhappiness resulted in him becoming particularly strict and harsh. His professional courses had the highest attendance rate.

My major in news media is basically a niche and less desirable field. With traditional media struggling and new media and self-media platforms thriving, my classmates are mostly handsome guys and beautiful girls who spend their days thinking about how to become influencers or start self-media advertising companies.

I have no job requirements. Like my brother, I don't know the point of studying hard to get into a top university. Our lives are not on the same track as normal people, and studying is more like a way for our father to force us to interact with them like we belong.

My older brother is in his fifth year of college, while everyone else is scrambling to find connections for internships at big hospitals, he just stays home playing games and making money as a dealer. As for me, I'm only in my first year and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

My brother's yelling echoed from downstairs, and I struggled to get up. As soon as I went down the stairs, I saw Old Chen kneeling in front of our living room sofa. My brother was packing his things while berating him.

"In your fifties and still trying to deceive people, you deserve to be haunted by a female ghost! I give you one day to bring back that carving, or forget about it!"

"Young Hero, did you really capture that female ghost I'm truly afraid of death! I haven't had children yet and don't want to be cut off from my lineage!"

"Humph, you did too many bad things, you deserve to be extinct!" My brother held the quilt and looked at me as I came down the stairs. He asked with concern: "Little Qiao sweetheart, are you alright What about those ghosts Did your husband take care of them"

I rubbed my eyes and nodded. When Old Chen saw me, he rushed over and knelt down, saying, "Heroine, you are the kindest person. Please help me beg Boss Zhong for mercy, okay I still owe him a deposit, please beg him to let me go... I know he's in cahoots with both good and bad people. I…I was driven mad by poverty before I tricked him…"

"... You still listen to my brother, go and take a look at the root carving. The female ghost has been detained, so it's okay to bring it out. We can also plead for you." I looked helplessly at this cunning and slick old sorcerer.

"Okay... But I can't drive, could someone go with me I'm still a little scared..."

I glared at him and finally called Yin Cha Da Bao. After the Hou family's affair, I gave Da Bao 100,000 yuan, and Da Bao became our store's part-time errand boy.

Da Bao drove Old Chen back to pick up a root carving. After he brought it here, my brother sawed it open in the yard and found several pieces of grayish-black bone inside.

Jiang Qiyun looked at the bones and frowned deeply: "This is a root carving made of Yin Chen wood, and these bones are placed inside to form a bone box... This thing is very evil, it shouldn't appear in ordinary places, someone must have deliberately moved it here."

He used tweezers to pick up a piece of bone and examined it carefully: “This belonged to someone who had been cursed in life... there are black spots on the bones.”

I lowered my eyes slightly. In the legends of Huangdao Village, eating human flesh was one of the most important points, and almost everyone in the village had gone insane. The ghost's teeth were all black, could she be from Huangdao Village Did she become a fierce ghost after death and continue to eat people

My brother also had this suspicion. He suspected that this sculpture came from the old site of Huangdao Village, didn't Shiquan溝 New Village have descendants of Huangdao Village who remained there

Mr. Chen unexpectedly chimed in, “Do you know the legends about Huang Dao Village I’m from Huang Dao Village myself.”

As soon as he spoke, my brother and I jumped back in fright. I immediately hid in Jiang Qiyun's arms — this old Chen fellow wasn't going to suddenly open his blood-chilling maw, was he

"Well, don't be afraid. I haven't finished yet... I was born a few years after the Great Famine. Things were still normal back then. After I was born, my mother sold me to relatives far away. When I grew up, I heard that my mother was dying and the government was going to relocate the village and distribute houses. So I tried every means to transfer my household registration back, and only then did I get the small apartment I live in now. I've heard rumors about Huang Dao Village, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. The rumors are probably exaggerated..."

I glared at him. “Exaggerating You saw the ghost eating corpses with your own eyes, how can you exaggerate I saw black teeth in its mouth; it must have eaten quite a few dead people before it died. If you don't provide her with food one day, she'll eat you!”

Mr. Chen was so scared he clamped his legs together. My brother roared, "You damn old man, don't you dare mess up our yard! You cowardly, spiteful old geezer, always trying to take advantage. Go apologize to Boss Zhong yourself tonight, hear me!"

Jiang Qiyun rarely showed interest in anything, but at this moment he suddenly spoke up: "I'll go with you to have a look."

"Uh... are you talking to me" I was stunned.

My brother said in a bad temper, “What nonsense! He hugged you so tightly, wasn't he talking to you Was he talking to me!”

Uh, I forgot my brother can see him now... I awkwardly came out of Jiang Qiyun's arms, a little blushed.

Old Chen, completely dumbfounded, asked: "Young hero, young heroine, what are you talking about"

It's none of your business!

This evening, Boss Zhong hosted a banquet, but I had afternoon classes to attend. It was a professional course from Top University, and I dared not miss it again. He made it very clear that if I skipped class three times this semester, I would lose all my classroom points for the term.

Song Wei whispered to me, "Even if you roll around in the sheets until you can't get up, you can't miss Xie Dingding's class! When can't you roll around in the sheets If you anger Xie Dingding, you're sure to fail this class!"

"Yes, yes, yes." I bowed my head humbly, accepting the training.

As soon as Xie Ditong entered the classroom and saw me, he immediately called out, "Mu Xia Qiao, do you still want to divide by class"

I stood up and apologized: "Teacher, I was wrong. I won't do it again."

"I know your dad's in the hospital and you have a lot on your shoulders, but missing professional classes is like killing your own future, understand I'm giving you a chance to make up for it — the drama club needs actors for a performance. Come help out," Xie Diding threw me a task without hesitation.

My heart sank. Where on earth would I find the time to rehearse Song Wei immediately jumped in to help me, "Teacher, Xiao Qiao's father is hospitalized. She simply doesn't have time for extracurricular activities. It's a single-parent family, and her brother is busy with graduation."

Xie Dingding nodded and said, "No need for rehearsals, just wear the costume and go through the motions that day. There's only a line or two of dialogue."

Since the teacher had said so, I could only nod my head reluctantly. When class was over, it seemed like there was something new happening in the teaching building. Many girls turned back, and some even took out their phones. I followed everyone's gaze and saw——

Jiang Qiyun stood under the dome of the hallway, frowning at the two female classmates in front of him.usionary, yet she didn't show any particular disgust towards the children of those who practiced raising corpses.After all, they are all people within this school. Perhaps in the eyes of most people,...